I
was born and raised in Detroit. We were a big family – nine of us
in all, counting mom and dad. Went to private school all the
way through high school. Then, just a little college, majoring in
music. Moved to Los Angeles, and lived most of my adult life in
Southern California. But for my purposes here, the spiritual
stuff is really the
important part of my biography. And it
actually makes for kind of a scary story. Not the kind of
scary like a story you’d tell around a late night campfire, but just as
scary all the same. And I’ll tell it to you just the way it
happened.
It was July 26th, 1973, at about 2:30 in the morning when I woke
up. Once my head hits the pillows, I’m usually out cold, but this
night, something was really troubling my soul, and I just couldn’t get
back to sleep. I didn’t know what it was, it was just, something
was wrong and I mean really
wrong. I used to feel that way when I
was a little kid and I’d wake up for school, remembering that I hadn’t
done my homework.
But it was an even stronger feeling than that. This was something
serious. It was like my life...
wasn’t right. |